The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 68

Watching Eun Baek-gi return with a dazed expression, Seong Yeon-hwa called out again.

"Uncle Eun! What happened this time? Don't tell me... you wet yourself?"

"W-what? Of course not!"

"Then why do you look so out of it? Did you see a ghost or something?"

"A ghost... something like that."

"What?"

"Not a ghost, exactly. I think... I may have seen a god."

"What are you even talking about?"

Ignoring her confusion, Eun Baek-gi grabbed her hands tightly and pleaded with her.

"My lady, no matter what happens, you absolutely must — must — make that man yours. Do you understand?"

"Huh? Yes, that’s why I came here, isn’t it?"

"No! I mean you must stake your very life on it! You must make him your husband — if you have to, even force yourself on him tonight—"

Smack!

"Agh! That stings!"

The one who had sharply slapped Eun Baek-gi’s back was the nanny.

"You fool! What nonsense are you spouting to the young lady?!"

"I’m serious! I’m telling you, this is incredibly important!"

"Are you sure you didn’t sneak off somewhere to drink instead of using the restroom?"

At the nanny’s exasperated words, Eun Baek-gi clutched his chest in frustration.

He couldn’t even begin to explain what he had just witnessed.

Even if he tried to explain it, would they believe him?

The divine aura Yeon Woo Jin had revealed was simply beyond human comprehension.

Eun Baek-gi realized then how insignificant humanity truly was.

In front of someone like him, all humans were equal — struggling and fighting would be utterly meaningless.

And Jang Un was going to be the closest confidant to that kind of being.

They had to secure him no matter what.

Meanwhile, Seong Yeon-hwa, hearing Eun Baek-gi’s desperate words, found her mind filled with nothing but one thought.

Sharing a bed with Jang Un.

Her face flushed red-hot in an instant, and she struggled to cool herself down, fanning her cheeks with her hands as she panted heavily.

"My lady? Are you all right?"

At the nanny’s concerned question, Seong Yeon-hwa, breathing heavily, muttered under her breath,

"Now that I think about it... Uncle Eun's idea isn’t that bad—"

"My lady! What are you saying?! Please, don’t you start too!"

Startled by the nanny’s outburst, Seong Yeon-hwa quickly shut her mouth.

"You must not — absolutely not — consummate anything before marriage! Understand?"

"Okay, okay. I get it, nanny."

It was disappointing, though.

Even just imagining it had made her feel so happy.

For a moment, she even considered ditching her nanny somehow.

But she soon shook her head.

Looking at the two people who had come all this way for her, Seong Yeon-hwa felt her heart warm.

Especially Eun Baek-gi — who would have thought he would be so desperate to see her and Jang Un together?

One day, she vowed to repay them both for this.

****

The next day, at Golden Sword Manor.

Seong Hwang, the Manor Lord, who had entered Seong Yeon-hwa’s room intending to comfort her, now stood by the bed, reading a letter with an incredulous expression.

Crunch.

He crumpled the letter in his furious grip, his face twisting with anger.

"Where are Eun Baek-gi and the nanny?"

"It seems they’ve disappeared along with her."

That was at least some small relief.

As long as Eun Baek-gi was by her side, he could be a little less worried.

Still — running away from home?

She was too young to know how cruel the world could be.

Tsk.

She doesn’t even realize what a blessing it is to marry into the Deputy Head’s family.

Love?

Love didn’t put food on the table.

Especially not in the Martial God Sect, where strength was power, and power ruled everything.

Where would she have gone?

The answer was obvious.

She must have gone after that damned brat. Just what kind of bastard could have seduced my precious daughter?

He wanted to see that brat's face for himself.

Voice heavy with rage, Seong Hwang barked his orders.

"That bastard Jang Un — capture him. I don't care what condition he's in. Beat him into the dirt and drag him back if you have to! Make sure he understands his place."

"Yes, sir!"

"And dig up everything about his family."

"Understood."

If he couldn't make his daughter give up willingly, then he would make that boy’s family bow their heads.

If the boy himself refused, what could his daughter possibly do?

Yes. That’s the surest way.

Even if it meant his daughter would hate him for the rest of her life, he had no choice.

This was for the sake of their family’s honor — and for her future.

****

"Do you know those people?"

From afar, Yeon Woo Jin had spotted a group lingering suspiciously and asked Eun Baek-gi.

After squinting at them for a moment, Eun Baek-gi’s face twisted in shock.

"They’re from our manor... it seems they’ve come to retrieve the young lady."

"For that, they look awfully fierce. They’re moving like they intend to kill someone."

"Th-that’s..."

Hearing Yeon Woo Jin’s words, Eun Baek-gi looked again — and realized he was right.

The atmosphere wasn’t that of an escort party.

No, they were clearly out for blood.

And their true target was obvious: Jang Un.

"I-I’ll go stop them right away!"

"Let’s watch for a bit. It’s not entirely certain yet."

At Yeon Woo Jin’s calm suggestion, Eun Baek-gi hesitated, visibly flustered.

What if they really attacked Jang Un?

That would be disastrous.

Restlessly, he kept his eyes fixed on the developing scene.

Meanwhile, Jang Un was happily walking through the town with Seong Yeon-hwa, enjoying the sights.

Suddenly, while sharing sweets with him, Seong Yeon-hwa caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye and flinched in shock.

Without hesitation, she threw her sweets to the ground, grabbed Jang Un’s hand, and bolted.

"Wh-what’s going on?!"

"Golden Sword Manor warriors! They’ve come to take me back!"

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"Are you insane?! If they drag me back, they’ll force me to marry someone else! Do you want to see me marry another man?!"

"N-no! Absolutely not!"

"Then quit whining and run!"

Holding her hand tightly, Jang Un ran alongside her, a maelstrom of emotions swirling inside him.

Was this really okay?

He didn’t know.

But he knew he didn’t want to let go of her.

As they fled, the Golden Sword Manor warriors gave chase, their faces twisted with grim determination.

"Damn it, she noticed! After them! Do not lay a finger on the young lady — do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

"And as for the boy — you can rough him up as much as you want."

"Yes, sir!"

The warriors, terrifying expressions carved into their faces, raced after Seong Yeon-hwa and Jang Un.

Watching it all unfold with growing unease, Eun Baek-gi turned to Yeon Woo Jin.

"I-I should go handle this."

"No. Let it be."

"But—if we just leave it, your friend could get seriously hurt!"

At Eun Baek-gi’s urgent plea, Yeon Woo Jin smiled lightly.

"This is a good opportunity."

What was he saying now?

"When else would they get a chance to experience real combat like this?"

"B-but what if he ends up dying?!"

"That won’t happen. You have nothing to worry about."

How could he speak with such certainty?

What if he got struck by a stray blade?

Should he try to intervene before that happened?

But no — they were far too far away.

Eun Baek-gi turned his anxious gaze back to where Seong Yeon-hwa and Jang Un were.

Because Seong Yeon-hwa’s lightness skill wasn’t particularly fast, she was quickly caught.

"The Captain of the Golden Sword Battalion, Pyo Cheon, greets the young lady."

The man leading the Golden Sword Manor’s warriors respectfully cupped his fists and bowed to Seong Yeon-hwa.

"Uncle Pyo Cheon? What are you doing here?"

"Must you ask, when you already know?"

Pyo Cheon was the only person she knew who was utterly immune to her charms.

A man who obeyed only her father's orders, without exception.

"Please, come with us. The Manor Lord is worried about you."

"I'm not going."

"I’m sorry, my lady, but you have no say in the matter."

At his signal, his subordinates swiftly moved in, approaching her.

Seong Yeon-hwa quickly turned to Jang Un and cried out.

"Run! I’ll be fine, but you won’t be! Go, now!"

At her shout, Pyo Cheon immediately cut in.

"You won’t get far. We’ve been ordered to bring you both back."

"Uncle Pyo Cheon!"

"My lady, if you resist, unfortunate things may happen to this boy."

"Are you threatening me?"

"No. I'm being considerate. If you come quietly, we'll bring him back... mostly intact."

Mostly intact.

Not wholly intact — mostly.

Seong Yeon-hwa stepped in front of Jang Un, blocking him.

"You're saying you'll still hurt him no matter what!"

"I have no choice. The Manor Lord's command was clear: break him if we must and bring him back."

"You try that and see what happens!"

"What are you standing around for? Seize the young lady!"

At that order, the warriors, who had briefly hesitated, closed in once more.

At that moment, Jang Un stepped forward, shielding Seong Yeon-hwa with his body.

"She said she doesn't want to go!"

Pyo Cheon frowned at Jang Un's defiance.

"Remove him."

At the captain’s command, the warriors launched their attack.

Tat-tat-tatat.

Jang Un, # Nоvеlight # blocking the Golden Sword Battalion’s strikes, began not only defending but counterattacking.

"Blazing Heat Palm!"

Wham!

With a loud thud, one of the warriors took a direct hit to the stomach and stumbled backward.

They had underestimated him — just because he was young.

"Khugh!"

"You little bastard!"

The shock was greater than expected, causing them to stagger momentarily.

Then a low, chilling voice sounded from behind.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you playing games?"

Startled, the two warriors answered in a panic.

"N-no, sir!"

"Handle it properly."

"Y-yes, sir!"

Their expressions hardened into grim masks.

"You little bastard!"

"Forget about going home in one piece!"

The warriors charged at Jang Un with fierce intent.

At that moment, Jang Un caught a glimpse of Seong Yeon-hwa collapsing from an acupuncture strike.

While he had been distracted, they had sneaked up and struck her.

"Yeon-hwa!"

"You little fool, taking your eyes off us!"

"Arrogant brat!"

Whoosh—!

The two warriors’ attacks flew at Jang Un.

Barely dodging them, Jang Un sprinted toward Seong Yeon-hwa.

The two warriors, stunned by the sudden move, missed their chance and panicked.

At this rate, they really would be as good as dead.

"N-no!"

But it was too late.

Pyo Cheon moved.

Wham!

"Urgh!"

With a casual flick, he sent Jang Un flying and then turned his terrifying gaze onto the two warriors.

"You two are unworthy of wearing the Golden Sword Battalion's emblem."

"P-please, just this once—"

"Shut your mouths."

Under his deathly glare, the two warriors hung their heads, pale and trembling.

In truth, they weren’t truly at fault.

Jang Un had been sparring with Yeon Woo Jin himself.

Dodging these warriors was hardly a challenge for him.

Pyo Cheon turned his gaze with an intrigued expression toward where Jang Un had fallen.

The boy was already standing up — as if nothing had happened.

"Ho, impressive."

"Let Yeon-hwa go."

"Do not worry about Lady Yeon-hwa. Not a hair on her head will be harmed. You should be worrying about yourself."

At Pyo Cheon's words, Jang Un glanced toward Seong Yeon-hwa.

She lay unconscious, breathing peacefully.

They were treating her with real care.

Of course — she was the Manor Lord’s precious daughter. No way they would dare mishandle her.

Jang Un turned back toward Pyo Cheon and asked,

"If I surrender quietly, will you let it end here?"

"No. The order I received was clear — break you and bring you back."

Jang Un let out a small, dry laugh.

"You're laughing?"

Pyo Cheon looked at him with incredulous eyes.

"Do you not understand the situation you're in?"

"No... I understand it all too well. That's why I laughed."

"What?"

"Either way, it’s a fight, isn’t it? This whole situation is so ridiculous I can’t help but laugh."

"You want to fight? Against us?"

"Would you prefer I just stood here and let you beat me?"

"You think you have a chance?"

"I won’t know unless I try. And even if I lose, I won’t run with my back turned."

"You could run, you know."

"I won't. How could I ever face Yeon-hwa afterward if I did?"

"You’re still dreaming about being with Lady Yeon-hwa?"

"Whether it’s a dream or not... I won’t know unless I try."

Taking his stance, Jang Un prepared to face them.

Pyo Cheon snorted.

"It’s impossible."

"I don’t care."

"You've got spirit. I’ll give you one last chance. Run away. Disappear from Lady Yeon-hwa’s life forever. I’ll cover for you."

The subordinates around him looked stunned.

Pyo Cheon, who normally would never defy the Manor Lord’s orders, was offering an enemy mercy for the first time.

Truth be told, he admired Jang Un.

Knowing full well he stood no chance, the boy still stood proudly, refusing to back down.

A real man.

"How could I run and leave the woman I love behind? If I die here, so be it."

At Jang Un’s words, Pyo Cheon’s expression stiffened.

"Bravery without cause is not courage. You’re no match for us."

"This isn’t foolish bravery. It’s my conviction."

"You could end up crippled."

"I don’t care. If I back down here, I wouldn’t be able to face Yeon-hwa — or my friend."

"Friend?"